A Frustrating Day for an Axe

Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, I sought to fill my pack with lumber. The forests of Britain, it seems, had other plans. My axe was dull, my sense of direction duller. I spent the day wandering in circles between the east and north woods, swinging at trees and missing more than a novice archer. I believe the trees are beginning to mock me. Will try again tomorrow. My pride demands it.